Meggie Upstairs.
Teun-"Jinny Jones."

Aw's weary, aw's wretched, aw's tired wi' waitin,
An' sighin becas maw dear sweetheart's not here,
Aw've tried soda wetter, besides beer an' brandy,
But nowt i' the sort me sad feelins can cheer,
Till agyen close beside us aw see bonny Meggie,
The barmaid, that for us, aw's flaid little cares,
But if she dissent like us, aw's pleased when aw see her,
Aw's waitin te shak hands wi' Meggie upstairs.

The beuts an' the waiter just laff at me sorrow,
The barman believes what aw say's nowt but fun,
An' the lasses around us get sick o' me playgin,
An' say, "Will ye just once for a minnit be deun?"
But oh, aw can beer a' they think or they menshun,
Becas they knaw little o' maw poor affairs,
An' aw whisper, "Cheer up, lad, ye may hev a chance yit,
Then Nil Desperandum for Meggie upstairs!

Aw's waitin wi'; payshuns cawse nowt else 'ill sarve us,
It's Sunday, but fiveo'clock's sartin te cum,
Then fresh as a daisy, aw'll see me sweet Meggie,
An' myek luv wi' nonsense till aw's nearly dum;
But me heart 'ill keep akin the time that wor laffin,
If aw think for a moment she nowt at a' cares
For the lad that's se constant te them that he fancies,
An' aay hoo he fancies sweet Meggie up stairs!

-Joe Wilson